He wanted muffins and instead he got mini banana donuts with a chocolate glaze. I think that was an improvement.

Sometimes the days go by very fast and very full, and all of a sudden it's been weeks since I last baked. And those times, L quietly asks will you be doing any baking this weekend? He's so sure that baking should be a hobby of mine rather than a chore, that he doesn't want to ask for anything specific. But there is nothing more homely than the smell of freshly baked muffins.